The body of the leader of the Black Crane Tribe was being supported by two of his tribesmen, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. His right leg looked disfigured, with broken bones exposed among the bloody flesh. The latest chapter of the Holy Church
Blood dripped on the ground, and the severe pain made the big man look pale, with large beads of sweat streaming down his forehead.
"Let's go!" He gritted his teeth and whispered as if squeezed out from between his teeth. The two old men beside him didn't say anything, and quickly led him back quickly. After retreating several hundred feet, they turned into Changhong and quickly
Leave.
From beginning to end, Su Ming only said that one sentence. He watched the big man leave coldly without stopping him. After all, he was new here, and there were still clues about his identity. He just wanted to cultivate himself quietly here.
Comprehension of wind and thunder makes one's own cultivation stronger and unwilling to cause trouble.
Especially since he is an outsider here, if there is too much friction with these deep-rooted shaman tribes, even if they are small tribes, it will always be a problem.
As for the witch crystal vein, although Su Ming is optimistic about it, he does not have to own it alone. Su Ming has tried to mine this witch crystal. If there is no special method, it will break when touched. He once used a green light small
The sword tried it and took off seven or eight pieces, but in the process, the same amount was broken.
Unless you dig it by hand, you can get the maximum profit by digging it out bit by bit at the expense of a lot of time.
Therefore, Su Ming of the White Bull Tribe was just a deterrent and did not kill anyone. As for the Black Crane Tribe, Su Ming was not willing to kill easily as long as it was not too outrageous. Although his attacks were heavy now, they were still a deterrent.
Only after the two tribes are wary can they know their strength and weakness and come to negotiate peace.
Seeing the three people from the Black Crane Tribe leaving, Su Ming turned towards the Dongfu Mountains and turned into a shadow before returning. As for the Fire Ape, he was dissatisfied. It felt that even if Su Ming didn't appear just now, it would still be fine.
Fight with that big man.
At this moment, he held the stick and gestured at Su Ming's back a few times. It turned into a fiery red shadow and wandered around, trying to find if anyone else could break in. ("")
Time passed by and several days passed. Su Ming never went out in his cave in the past few days, and no one came to disturb him. Although such days were boring, Su Ming was not impatient. He was used to calming his mind. Now
Although he was in a foreign place, in fact, for him, except Wushan and Ninth Peak, almost all places were foreign places.
He has long been accustomed to such a life, and he is constantly studying the Fengman inheritance crystal. It is the size of a fist, looks crystal clear, and seems to contain wind inside. It looks like a wind and cloud are rolling inside, and there is a wave of wind inside it.
Strange attraction.
"Li Feng Technique...The Beginning of Wind..." Su Ming frowned, staring at the Fengman Heritage Crystal in his hand, thinking.
"If you can't melt this Fengman inheritance, you won't be able to comprehend the three styles of Li Feng. The beginning of the wind can only be initially unfolded, and it will only make me faster if it circulates in the body.
But Fengman is not just about being fast, but...how can I get this Fengman inheritance to recognize me." Su Ming tried every means during these days, but even the black fragments,
He was unable to fulfill his wish and had no response to Su Ming's call.
"Could it be that, unless they are the true God of Fengman, otherwise, there is no chance for others to obtain its inheritance..." Su Ming held the Fengman Crystal tightly, his eyes flashed and became gloomy.
He knows that all his own shortcomings, whether it is the power of the Barbarian God or the Hanshan Bell, are all transformed by external forces and are not his own true cultivation. This external force may belong to him now, but it is very likely that it will no longer belong to him in the future.
Only one's own cultivation and magical powers are the foundation and key point of becoming a strong person. However, Su Ming's own magical powers are extremely lacking. Apart from the self-created barbaric weapon, he only has speed and the technique of killing three evil spirits.
This is extremely fatal in the art of fighting. During the process of coming to the Wu Clan, Su Ming realized this very deeply, so he now increased his efforts to study this Fengman inheritance crystal in order to enhance his strength.
Changes in one's own magical powers. ("")
As a result, Su Ming was quite helpless, but despite this, he still did not give up and continued to try to integrate the Fengman Crystal. This object was like a key, opening up the key points of the Fengman inheritance.
During Su Ming's continuous attempts, he discovered that directly east of the Dongfu Mountains, thousands of miles away, there was a low mountain peak.
This mountain is very unique and will be deeply remembered by people at one glance. Therefore, the shape of the mountain looks like a crane spreading its wings and about to fly!
Cranes do not exist in the land of the Wu Clan, not even among the barbarians. This thing belongs to the Immortal Clan and is a life full of spirituality unique to the Immortal Clan.
But the mountain carved out of its shape appears in the land of the Wu tribe, and there is a tribe named after crane in this mountain, which makes people think deeply.
It's just that this place is remote, and the Black Crane tribe is just a small tribe. The tribe members almost never go out too far, and not many people pay attention to it. Therefore, the strange things about the Black Crane tribe have not spread too widely.
At this moment, in a house carved out of rocks in this mountain, the big man with a broken right leg was closing his eyes tightly and his body was trembling. He was naked and sweating.
Sitting in front of him was an old woman with gray hair and a lot of brown spots on her face. Her withered hands were pressing on the big man's right leg.
Strange sounds came from the old woman's mouth, like a spell.
Behind the old woman, at the door of the house, there were five members of the Black Crane tribe sitting cross-legged, each of them looking anxious, full of dissatisfaction and resentment.
Their resentment was not directed at the big man, but was revealed when they raised their heads and looked at the distant place, where the Su Ming Cave Mansion was located.
"The person who made the move did not have murderous intentions. Your leg can be healed, but it will take longer, about half a year. It is best not to get injured again within half a year, otherwise, it is likely to be completely abandoned." After a long time, the old woman said.
The strange sound stopped, he opened his eyes, revealing his cloudy eyes, and spoke slowly.
After speaking, the old woman stood up, hugged her body, and walked toward the door. Her steps were not as light as those of a practitioner. Although it was not heavy, she was obviously a mortal.
"Help the witch doctor down." The naked man opened his eyes and said in a deep voice with a tired look on his face.
Immediately, a member of the Black Crane tribe came forward and helped the old woman leave.
"Chief, I have summoned all the warriors in the tribe, and I am just waiting for the chief to give his order!" After the old woman left, among the remaining people in the house, an old man suddenly stood up. He had a gray head and took a few steps forward.
, speak loudly.
"Clan leader, we in the Black Crane Tribe will never tolerate this tone. Why did this person occupy our witch crystal veins? He is just one person. No matter how high his cultivation level is, it will not be possible for us to sacrifice the blood of the clan. Please bring out the He Ancestor!"
A ghastly voice came from another person's mouth. The speaker was a skinny man. His age was indistinguishable. He sat there like a skeleton.
The other people also spoke one after another, their words filled with murderous intent.
"Shut up!" The big man whose right leg was shattered slapped his right hand on the wooden chair where he was.
"That man was not alone, there was a fire monkey following him, and on that mountain range, I also felt a sense of fright. Apparently he still had a way to hide it.
Even if you don't mention this, the nine-headed beast that appeared in the changes in the world that you saw that day is not something that our Black Crane Department can fight against. I went there just for the final test and confirmation.
In order to have an explanation after the sorcerer comes back, what are you going to do? You will die!" The big man's cold eyes swept over everyone.
"Everything, wait until Duke Wu comes back..." Before the big man could finish his words, his voice suddenly stopped and he raised his head sharply.
At the same time, a sharp roar suddenly came from the sky above the mountain where the tribe was located, echoing around, and strong winds rose out of the sky and whimpered around the mountain.
Not only did the big man raise his head, but all the clan members in the house immediately became nervous and stood up one after another. Two people stepped forward to help the big man up, and everyone quickly walked out of the house.
Almost at the same time as they walked out, all the tribesmen in the many stone houses on this mountain peak came out and knelt down towards the sky.
"Welcome back to the Witch Lord!"
The sound was like a wave, rolling like it merged with the wind. As it whirled around, a black rainbow roared from the sky. Inside the rainbow, there was a giant bird nearly fifty feet in size. Its entire body was pitch black, and its eyes contained...
The flaming crane was flapping its wings and approaching at great speed.
On the black crane stood an old man wearing a long gown made of feathers. There were several black stripes and wrinkles on the old man's face, but his eyes were bright and bright.
Next to him, there is a person sitting cross-legged. This person is wearing a red shirt with a large number of insects and snakes embroidered on the clothes. Those insects and snakes are colorful and look shocking. He wears a bamboo hat on his head.
The appearance is unclear, but judging from her body shape, she should be a woman.
"Mrs. Ji, this is my tribe, Mrs. Ji, please." On the black crane, the old man glanced at the ground, with a smile on his face. When he looked at the woman beside him, his smile turned into respect, and he paid his respects to this woman.
The woman clasped her fists and bowed.
The woman wearing a bamboo hat whose appearance and age could not be seen clearly nodded. The black crane under the old man immediately rushed straight to the mountain peak. It was approaching in an instant. As it galloped, its body immediately emitted a large amount of black energy, and swooped down.
Suddenly, more and more black energy was released. When it seemed to be about to hit the mountain peak, the black crane completely turned into black energy and dissipated. The old man and Mrs. Ji wearing a bamboo hat stood in front of each other.
On the mountain peak, in front of the big man and others who were being supported.
"See Mrs. Ji." The big man with a broken right leg immediately knelt down and knelt down after seeing the old man and Mrs. Ji. However, due to this move, his right leg suffered severe pain, making his face suddenly paler.
.
"Well? What's wrong with your leg?" The sorcerer from the Black Crane Tribe immediately focused his eyes.